CHAPTER 53
Asher
“ W hat’s going on in that mind, Livi girl?”
I can feel her gaze on me as I cradle one of her feet in my hands, rubbing it out after we’re home from her parents’ house.
“That gift, Ash. No one has ever given me anything so special, and I guess …” She struggles with her words. “I just want you to know how much I appreciate it.”
She’s stretched out on the sofa, feet in my lap. The windows are open slightly and it’s raining outside. The sound beats a slow rhythm on my metal roof as a fire blazes in the hearth. It’s only mid-September, but it’s been cooler than normal.
“But that’s not what’s on your mind,” I say, knowing she’s not being entirely honest.
Olivia is so goddamn beautiful like this by the firelight.
It serves to illuminate the fullness of her hips and the swell of her pregnant belly in the soft red dress she’s wearing.
It has slinky straps and fits tight to her full breasts, cinching her just above her little bump before flowing outward to her mid-thigh.
Tonight, her auburn hair cascades onto her shoulders and a red silk scarf pulls it back from her pretty face.
The rings and layered bracelets she was wearing earlier in the day are discarded on the coffee table.
“I didn’t expect you.” She looks around the room, then back down to where I’m rubbing her feet. “I didn’t expect any of this. What I mean is, I didn’t expect to like you so much …”
I chuckle at her bluntness.
“That sounded bad. I just didn’t plan … any of this. I really did think we could stick to the pact.”
She’s laughing, but I don’t mind, because I know she rambles when she’s nervous. Instead, I focus on smoothing out the arch of her soft foot to keep her relaxed. She moans as I work my fingers over her skin, and my cock twitches with the sound.
“I sure as fuck didn’t expect you either,” I say honestly. “But now I can’t imagine my life without you, and as for the pact …” I pull her ankle up to my lips to kiss it. “I want a rewrite, kitten.”
“A rewrite?” Olivia’s coy little grin and raised eyebrow tell me I have her attention.
“Yeah, no pact. I say fuck the rules, fuck the boundaries. Let’s make a pact to just be there for each other, in any way that feels right.”
“Okay …” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and I see her eyes glisten as she watches me. “Ughh. I’m just so sappy.”
I press my thumbs into the sole of her foot, causing her head to tip back, and I feel her body physically melt into the sofa.
“My hormones are just all out of whack. I can’t decide what I want.”
I press again and she moans this time, a throaty little sound, as she flexes her pretty pink toes. And now I’m hard.
“One minute I’m terrified, the next I’m happy and full of joy. And then the next I’m desperate to fuck.” She lifts her gaze, her blue eyes sparkling in the light. “I’m even dreaming of fucking, for God’s sake. My body can’t make up its mind,” Olivia rambles.
“Tell me what you dream about,” I order as my massage trails up her calf.
“You,” she answers as I set her leg down. Her foot presses against my swelling dick and she smiles when she notices the effect she’s having on me.
“The fuck do you expect?” I deadpan, picking up her other foot. “You make the same noises when you eat, when I massage you, when you fuck. It’s always the same.”
“So basically I always sound like I’m fucking?” she queries, cocking her head to the side.
“Exactly,” I answer. “Which means I’m almost always hard. It’s fucking torture.”
Of the best kind.
“I think at this point I deserve to hear those dreams as consolation,” I continue.
She shrugs her shoulder, flexing out her foot.
“Sometimes we’re doing things I’ve never done before.”
Olivia is shy now and doesn’t meet my eye as she moves the pad of her foot again, grazing my dick in the process. Though this time I know it’s on purpose. My eyes meet hers as she continues.
“Like maybe you’re tying me up, keeping me in one place, making me come over and over. Other times I’m just dreaming of the way you speak to me.”
I can already see the blush in her cheeks, even in the dimly lit space.
“Using me like I exist only for your pleasure. Though it … seems so wrong. I shouldn’t want that, should I?
It goes against everything I was taught about boundaries, taking control …
” She trails off and her nipples pebble through the thin fabric of her dress as I grow harder just listening to her.
My fingers graze the underside of her knee.
“But I can’t help it,” she breathes out, letting her legs fall open a little, taunting me. “It gets me off and I wake up so wet.”
Fuck if I can help myself. At her words, I let go of Olivia’s foot and climb up to settle between her thighs, holding my weight above her. I lean in to kiss her lips.
“Listen.” I slide one strap of her dress off her soft shoulder. “I’m going to need you to understand that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” I push down the other strap and it slinks to just above her breast as I duck my head and press my lips to her pulse point.
“Tell me what you want, Olivia.” I move to kiss the other side of her neck. “If you’re happy, I’ll be happy with you.”
The back of my knuckle ghosts her nipple through her dress.
“If you’re desperate to fuck—” I slide her dress downward until it pools around her waist and her perfect tits bounce free. They’re even fuller now with pregnancy and, fuck, they’re begging to be pulled into my mouth. “I’ll make every fucking fantasy you could dream of come true.”
I pinch and taunt her right nipple as I continue to murmur against her pillowy skin.
“Whatever it is you need.” I wrap my lips around her other nipple and her body arches into me as my tongue flicks over the pebbled little bud.
“But one thing you won’t be is afraid to tell me what you want.
Understand?” I kiss her lips and she nods.
“Think of it as my job to do things with you you’d be fucking ashamed of in the morning with anyone else.
” I trail my thumb over her soft cheek. I already know I’m going to spend my life doing the dirtiest fucking things to her just to please her.
“There’s no room in this pact we have for judgment. ”
“O-okay,” she agrees as if she’s building the courage to admit what she wants. But she doesn’t need to. Because I al ready know. I back off and help her up to sit beside me so she’s facing me on the sofa. I can hardly stand how unreal she looks in the orange light.
“You like it when I tell you what to do?” I let my hand trail up her thigh, taking the skirt of her dress with it as her breath rises. “You like it when I tell you how pretty you are as you obey me?”
“Yes,” she admits. “I want to be your good girl.”
Christ.
I pinch her nipple again to reward her and she bites her lip.
“Mmm, fuck, Liv, you aren’t my good girl. You’re my only girl, yeah?” I kiss her painted red lips. I know that any praise makes the hunger in her eyes build further.
“It’s you and me, Livi girl.” I move my kiss to the shell of her ear. “Which means there’s no being ashamed. The number of times I’ve come with my dick in my hand and your face in my mind …” I press my lips to her sweet-smelling throat. “It would fucking shock you, baby.”
A long, breathy moan leaves her lips as I drag my teeth up her neck.
“If you want to be my princess, let me bury my face between your thighs as you come while I tell you how fucking beautiful you are.” I kiss her again, then use the pad of my thumb to press her pillow-soft lips, smearing her lipstick across her cheek.
Fuck, that’s pretty. It’ll be even prettier wrapped around my cock.
“But if it’s something darker you crave. If you want me to use you, make you my perfect little whore, just to feed your depraved, slutty side, then give me your words, Liv.”
My girl doesn’t even consider it.
“Yes … Please, please use me, Ash. Make me your good little whore.”
Her hands move to my hair as a surge of need and exhilaration washes over me.
All I want to do is drive my cock home, but I manage to exercise some semblance of control, which isn’t easy when it comes to Olivia.
But even more than I want to fuck her, I want to tease her.
I want to wind her up so damn good that, by the time I finally do bury my cock inside her, she’ll be coming instantly, screaming out my name in the process.
I find the will to stand over her and pull the silk scarf from her hair, tilting her chin up to me. She’s so trusting, so curious.
“My greedy little toy … that’s who you are tonight, hmm?”
Her eyes close as I let the silk brush her cheek. Even that makes her shudder.
“Yes …” she whispers as I take my time folding it carefully into a long makeshift blindfold, looking down on her as my cock aches behind the zipper of my jeans.
“You trust me to take care of you, kitten?” I ask her as I hold the blindfold over her eyes, then tie it gently behind her head.
The rain thunders on the roof and her breath is heavy as I secure it, the ties hanging down into her long, thick waves.
Her skin breaks out in goosebumps when her eyes are fully covered.
I give myself a moment to stare down at her before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra and tossing it to the floor. Fuck.
“Yes …” She moans as I lose my shirt and unbuckle my jeans. She sits still in front of me, exhaling a slow, ragged breath in anticipation.
Fisting my solid, aching cock in my hand, I bend down and breathe her in, letting my lips skim hers. She flinches with the touch.
Sliding my free hand down to each of her thighs, I push them open wide, slowly, because I like the way she looks like this. It’s a fucking sight to behold.
Her silky legs spread wide, blindfold on, with her hair spread around her shoulders and her mouth gently parted, sitting before me like my own eager little doll in just her panties.
I could give myself one or two good tugs and come all over her just like this.